twilight, all in all the provocative rain
the bland lead taste in I
chewed the center surveyed their own
shadow from behind pulled the clouds
past the staring I was a
mysterious to those who for the static
the trees Determine if not them, and trotted on
it was neither uphill nor downhill
even here there was the mediocre
the brawl at the corner went out without bloodshed
we were thus able to win not satisfied and comforted
later I said about
is the cracked map flexed place one where nothing
everything happens eventually disappear
Thomas Rackwitz
Thomas Rackwitz * 1981, lives in Berlin and coarser, last appeared in Halle is asleep when the dog pee on "and" cross country "( more at www.thomasrackwitz.de ).
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